The door is the door, and the light is turned off.

It is said that the world is fair. If the door and window are closed, so many people can always play the supporting role of others with a smile. If life even needs to find a reason for it, how can people see that you are unfair to yourself? Waiting for others to stop and bite your head and whisper that you can’t stand any waves but become a person who has Entertainment after dinner, you can’t understand that until the last day, you can’t see what people say about love or not love yourself. I am so unfair. When I am running all over the mud, I can’t help walking. I am still looking at the mountain and still looking forward to the river, but you don’t know how many turning intersections I miss, it’s a pity that you can walk more smoothly, isn’t it? Why does your world always take you as its axis, and I have to wait for you, waiting for you to push you against the current. The light in the morning was too dazzling to shine on the messy bed last night. It was hard to see through the mood of the colorful photorefraction. You are the one who is full of bright hope to forget, even though I was stabbed by it to make my arms painful. I saw countless I and you when I was revisiting the old place in my dream, even though I knew it was a dream, it was also fascinating for people to see. So I turned around and closed my eyes and kissed my new partner. I hope he is you. Fear filled my heart, making the silence at this time move only for a moment. I don’t need to breathe anything. These are just ordinary hardships. No matter how much love and hate I have for myself and others, I finally leave myself alone to see the tenderness I once gave myself. I said I was not jealous, not jealous, not jealous, do you believe it? Back to the so-called home, we should expect Jiu Gui father to do his duty as a father and take the meal money for a week from his vulgar words of disgust and complaint. It is good to have meal money, growing up in this small village living in the city, what can you ask for, trying to get rid of the trick of fate, it has a bright heart, but it is unwilling to do meaningless thinking. The more you want to be cold, the more you want to be gentle, and the only thing that binds you is the skinny man who is holding his father full of alcohol. Sorry, he stops at the window of the yard at the BEYINKA who is crazy and smashed. The prison fragments make people’s faces, hands and feet suffer from scratches, big and small, more or less. Relying on forgetting the repeated life of one night by the rocking chair, I picked up a small basin and put it at my feet, leaning on the bamboo support point of the rocking chair where the drunk fell asleep, I don’t want nothing but a piece of eyeballs to make people see a little angry. If ignorance is regarded as a young capital, then it will be unscrupulous to squander it. The same general abuse can only make people understand that they are still settling down to hide others’ helplessness and incomprehension, it can’t be said that dyeing hair of them are bad people. It can’t be said that those with ear holes are called rebellious. Maybe he is just a white hair, ear tip and chest in his early years, maybe it’s just the defect of the ear tail that makes a woman with flowers hide the incomplete under the flowers. Therefore, too one-sided or too decisive is always not so clear and transparent as you imagine. Zan (prose editor: Ke Er) Phoenix mountain spring outing After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon… Enter June In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… The confusion of summer night I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool… Love story Lover dies, lover…

Lovesickness

Phoenix mountain spring outing After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon… Enter June In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… The confusion of summer night I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool… Love story Lover dies, lover…

If you love me, can you save me from sorrow and suffering?

Light Cyan leaves, stretching in a glass full of boiling water, floating a few milky white petals from time to time, The Fragrance of Jasmine is on the balcony in the afternoon, in this season without flowers or grass, like this with the breath of green tea, blooming and blooming scenes or flowers in Xie pingsu, is a romantic woman full of fantasy. Life is beautiful because of a small flower or a piece of fallen leaves. I don’t want to be infected with the sadness of the world. Although life is brewing a lot of twists and turns on me, I still learn to deal with it, which is also in good order. Squeeze some time for words. Here I can be passionate or quiet as a cloud. The deep feeling in the text is also the direction of longing for sincere love. I like to read the words of Xue Xiaochan: in love, women are more like moths, flying at the moment of fire, there was a flash of light that had never been seen before. A woman is stupid. For this little light, she would rather take her life. It may also be because of women that their perception of seasons is so emotional. In the crack of the windowsill, a fallen leaf that stayed for a winter day fell into my sight. It had dried up. It was touched carefully and still broke into a piece of residue. It turns out that everything has a life deadline, and forcing it will only backfire. In my mind, the thick shade of trees in midsummer is gradually clear in front of my eyes. In fact, when you are the most beautiful, I am also there. There has always been a question: Some people say that they meet at the most beautiful time and separate at the most beautiful time. So, will we meet again at the most beautiful time? Bai Xiaomei said: all the encounters in the world are reunion after a long separation. Can I Understand this: You met in your previous life I AM, separated in your previous life, and met again in this life? The words standing at the Pen end precipitate into a dark fragrance of Bewitched night, waiting for a elegance through time and space in the thoughts of thousands of turns. Since I first met each other, there has been a kind of dark fragrance pulling each other. You knew the twists and turns in all my words, and finally you understood the hidden fragrance behind the clear face in the Lifted Veil. Therefore, you use your time, your mind or your feelings to stop and wander in my hut. With a touch of ink and a few lines of words, there is an indescribable desire. Through the thin paper, through the tunnel of time and space, although there is no meeting for thousands of years, it has been unforgettable. Never asked if you love me? I feel that such a question will not only embarrass you, but also put yourself in a deadlock. But I like it very much: Do you care about me? Maybe, I really don’t want much, but you care. There are many things you can care about, but I am only a subtle part of it. I only hope that the next life will be colored glaze, which will be held in your hand. Even if it is broken, I will be sweet. On the night of Moon shinning like the stream, I thought of such a sentence, so I lit a stove of mint essential oil, staying on the red sofa on the balcony, I didn’t read anything, with a black light and a moonlight shining on my body. The words like glaze snow Zen are always so close to my mind, although this is a sunny afternoon, there is still a thin wound in my heart, which still cannot cover up my deep thoughts for you. In this line of ink, what I pour out is not a character, but a glazed heart behind the character. Some sadness deposited, always after the dispute, the understanding you want and the understanding I want will often hurt. My heart is aching faintly. Even if I have already told myself to put it down, I still yearn for the warmth held in my palm. I haven’t seen rain and snow for a long time. The floating particles are raging in the air. The Sunshine sends me a rare warmth in winter through the foggy sky. This kind of warmth makes me miss. Suddenly I remembered the fragrance that was parked in front of my window. It was unknown. I thought I was the only one who knew it. Unexpectedly, when you stopped intentionally or unintentionally awakened my sleeping heart, I found that in fact, you are the same, with a warm heart hidden under the cool appearance. It’s just that the warm heart is blocked by layers of dust and needs to be gently wiped away. The seemingly cold world can still hold a period of spring. As a result, the delicate fragrance lingering around your fingertips and the shallow words falling down can always touch the happiness or injury you give. After all, women will also have women’s selfishness. I am eager to be Cinderella wearing crystal shoes, so I am afraid that I will wait for the carriage driven by my beloved Prince for a long time; I am so afraid that I am just a little mermaid on the shore, before the curtain call of love, the bubble disappeared without a trace. I have been willful, in front of you; I have been selfish, in front of you; I have cried, in front of you. In fact, the last thing I want to do is to start in front of you. I just want to stand in front of you in a quiet manner and become an eternal flower, which will not fade away and will not fade away. But often, things backfire. A woman wins a love for herself, that is, she returns a cup of poisonous wine and drinks it with a smile. I think I ‘d better, should, or can only leave you far away. In this way, I will be your bright moonlight and your cinnabar mole. One day, you are willing to pay tribute to me with touching words. Please forgive me for my sorrow, my suffering, my branch and my displacement. When reading this passage, the book of the dead of Egypt seems to have been black and blue all over and full of holes. If love, the best thing to go is to leave? You once asked me: what would I do if you disappeared? I should tell you gently: I will hold a heart lamp in the forgotten corner. If I walk away quietly, will I be allowed not to be sad or bitter or not. Can I be the eternal cinnabar mole in your mind? Will I be the bright moonlight lingering around your window? If I walk away quietly, will you forget my face and will you stay awake all night? The tea fragrance in the Cup has already cooled down, and my mind still lingers in pain and sorrow, just like the fallen leaf stuck in the gap between the windows. I can only be a desolate person to slowly dissipate my time, then it is broken into pieces. In fact, you haven’t gone far, but we are too persistent. If we forget love, sometimes it will turn into injury inadvertently. Dear, in a warm spring season, if you still love me, can you give me a beauty to avoid my sorrow and suffering? Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) Phoenix Mountain Spring Tour After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon… Enter June In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… The confusion of summer night I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool… Love story Lover dies, lover…

When you set off, fold a kite as a memory.

Wen ~ Xiao Ai, after years, we met each other by mistake and there was a vast sea of people. So my fate was like this, still like the meteor of the universe, shining little by little in the light. I used to look at your sleeping face in the morning after rain, focus on and be crazy, imagine the life in your dream, and see the loneliness of your mouth rising. I know that the fragrance of birds and flowers is the patent of that world; I was still in the autumn wind, watching your disappearing back, thin and weak, like a leaf, and then went away. As for me, I just stood there; I didn’t call you, I know, the wind is too tight, you can’t hear, maybe pretend not to listen, the cloud in front of you, but you can see the tears all over your face. Before the first cold winter, I put on the warmth your hands have knitted for me, just like the temperature you hug, all the time. In the text message from the South, I saw your vague and beautiful appearance in front of the computer, but it was the coconut tree beside me, which was tall and shouldn’t be. I smiled and said, I remember your beauty standing under the locust tree. It’s time for me to keep warm here. Has the rain in the South stopped? My heart once flooded with me, but I was helpless and sad. At this point, late at night, I used cold stars to place some undeserved emotions. The spring and summer far away and the autumn not far away are all the scenery in front of and after, and the cold coming soon, I was unprepared to accept the test. How long is life, how far is missing. And the shadow of the past, I would like the morning mist to turn it into a clear and pure elf. I am soaked in it, and my face is wet. Is your world hazy? I wiped the past with both hands. The past has been long ago, and the past is still in the last century. At that time, you were someone else’s Princess. I am the diligent gardener under your windowsill. I always admired you quietly reading under the light when the sunset was over. Be crazy and stand up as a scenery. Through the three seasons of a year, but still in the snow, you ride away. I saw the snowflakes that were shocked by you, falling to the ground in a pure way, pulling your traces under my feet. I wanted to pursue them, but they were vast in four places, and I was at a loss. Looking around, the heaven and earth are the same, but the tenderness in the heart is a little bit melting, and then turning water into ice. It solidifies into a dead knot and will be solved in the next life, and this life is in vain. Fateful cold, the soul has become a scar. I think I will fold a kite when I set off and fly in the clear air in the season that does not belong to it. Originally, we should look for happiness in the wrong season. In my running steps, I use a hard hat to fly in the wind, and you will see the shadow of the kite soaring, with the joy of my full release. After years, I don’t want to ever. I just slept deeply last night and didn’t expect anything this morning. It is only nostalgia in Dreams, dream beauty, which makes people sad! Zan (prose editor: prose online) Phoenix Mountain Spring Tour After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon… Enter June In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… The confusion of summer night I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool… Love story Lover dies, lover…

Wang Diao came

When I was a child, as long as the adults said that Wang was coming, the children who were making trouble would stop crying immediately. Wang Dou was a madman in the village, and all the villagers called her name directly. Her eldest son is about the same age as me. According to generations, maybe I should call aunt Wang duzi or something, which is not clear. Once I met on the road, I once looked at Wang Biao quietly. In fact, she was not so fierce. It’s just that when people in the village mention a madman, it seems that she will hit people for no reason. Maybe she is just a little mentally retarded. I often hear her call her child from far away to far away. When the sun was about to set, her voice spread very far. At that time, I put my hungry belly on the stone which was exposed to the sun, waiting for my mother to return from the field. Her voice of calling her son home was particularly clear and harsh. I often think that where did her two sons go to be naughty again? Maybe they hated this crazy mother and deliberately hid nearby to worry her. I even met her son once to confirm my guess, but I didn’t dare to speak for fear that they would beat me. Sometimes, in Wang Biao’s desolate cry, I think she is not crazy, because she knows to find her son to go home. However, the sun was setting and the voice of her man was still called son in the village. I knew that Wang Biao could not be found, and men in the countryside could not call their own women’s names directly, always use the name of the eldest daughter or son instead. Later, I didn’t know when I fell asleep on the big stone and was carried home by my mother who came back from the field. After that, every time I heard Wang Dou’s man shouting, I was a little worried. Wang Dou was really lost. Her man was still looking for her so late, at that time, our whole family had dinner. Looking at the black night outside, sometimes my father would worry and say: it’s so late, tilta hasn’t found Wang Dou yet. I can hear that my father understood tilta’s hardships of dragging her home. Tilta is Wang Biao’s man and father of two children. After primary school, I went to see tilta’s home. His family lives near my godfather’s forge. The room was lit up by firewood. Tilta cooked in the kitchen and came out from time to time to see if the two sons were playing outside. I saw tilta busy inside and outside, relying on him to run the whole family alone. I don’t quite understand why a capable person like tilta married a madman like Wang Dou? The last memory of Wang Bo was the day my sister got married. When placing the banquet, Wang Dou came to our yard. No one drove her away, although she was crazy. When father saw her coming, he sent someone to bring her dishes, just like entertaining guests. After she had eaten, she left by herself. I don’t think the villagers look down on her because she is crazy, but they have some respect. Therefore, I am very curious about how the man tilta of Wang Dou would look at her. Many, many years later, I became a family outside, and sometimes I went back to the village and would mention Wang Dou. When asked about her, I heard that she had passed away for many years. At that time, tilta was still alive. The villagers praised them for their blessings. The two children they raised also became families one after another. They were very filial and treated them well. Compared with those who were very good in those years, children and women are now too much better without care. The villagers said that tilta was really a good reward and blessing. A few decades later, the village has long been out of sight. The tombs of tilta and Wang Biao have long been submerged by grass, just like many elders in the village. Looking at the loess of generations of villagers, I don’t know what it will be like in a few decades. The curiosity of that year was true to my thoughts: tilta was Wang Dou and two sons, and it was really hard for dozens of years for that family. In the ordinary days of poverty and hard work, I didn’t know whether tilta had ever rejected or complained about Wang Dou when she lived. As the years went by and the experience increased, I suddenly paid a little respect to tilta. Although he was poor and hard in his life, he lived out a state, in my opinion. That is the awe, acceptance and bearing of life. Maybe everyone’s life is different, or poor or rich, or prominent or unheard, however, it’s just a passer-. Only one thing is unavoidable, that is a certain mission. No one knows why tilta married a King pocket and why she was poor all his life, but tilta seemed to know her mission, which was to shoulder the responsibility of that family. He had a hard life, but he was steadfast. I think if a person really has a soul, tilta’s life must be completed. In this way, Wang Dou is just a lesson he is facing. Wang Diao came. Now if I hear this sentence, I will not be afraid any more. Instead, I will have an awe of life and life. Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) Phoenix Mountain Spring Tour After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon… Enter June In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… The confusion of summer night I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool… Love story Lover dies, lover…

Those hazy women who love me and I love

I always meet several women in deep sleep, gentle and dignified, in the noisy city, or quiet countryside, northwest Gaoling, or Jiangnan plain. I forgot that the voice of the annotation told me that it was in the front or later generations, but I said to myself that it was never in a dream. When I was young, my sister told me that there was no light in the dream, I have always believed this sentence, and even in midnight dream and cruel reality, I will raise my head to look for a piece of sunrise or dim glow in the sky. I firmly believe that I have been wandering in the reality and dreams. That day, I was still like this. I raised my locked eyebrow and the sunshine was shining and passionately on my head, and the women under the light, there are light lips, there are light like flowing water, I describe too much, I just stand under the shade of the tree, silently watching them coming, just like clouds, I sometimes feel inexplicable distress and unspeakable sadness. I like to stand in the wind and let those warm or cold air flow stir my exaggerated clothes, let people see my strong feelings and strong intentions, but in front of them, I will speak softly, raise the once loneliness from the corners of my mouth, swing my hands and turn my steps. Feng said, let’s go and see how cold it is? I should refuse at the same time. You see, I am a product of contradiction. I imagine that my thinking mode is actually that there are two opposing people standing deep in my heart, if the wind comes with cold, I will say, let’s go and see spring. There are many assumptions in the spring, such as the woman named Ruo, who lived a simple and heavy life, just like her name, if not, add endless exclamation. There are other things in spring, such as cats, and now cats, too. There are sleeping and transformation. Who has ever seen a species called Totoro? I saw her in the vast sea of net, I think she is always right when she looks young and tries her best to hold the young Capital. Some people are old and some are still young. There are trees in spring, Flower Tree, which is happy. Surrounded by warmth, we keep the expectation of results and look forward to a beautiful future, just as we are always looking forward to the next cycle. When I woke up, I stood in front of the woman in the city. What is the love? I was talking about beauty, but she smiled. I imagined it was beautiful. The giggle came through the dark time and space. I closed my eyes and felt the ringing of the silver bell. It turned out that, at this time, I was in a dream. I was born in the south of the Yangtze River, and the grass grows in the south of the Yangtze River, sending lovesickness from afar. Good? Those dream women who love and love me. Zan (prose editor: Yue ran) Phoenix mountain spring outing After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon… Enter June In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… The confusion of summer night I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool… Love story Lover dies, lover…